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"It seems probable," went on Cornish, "that your brother has been gradually drawn into it; that he did not know when he first joined Von Holzen what the thing really was the system of manufacture, I mean. As for the financial side of it, I am afraid he must have known of that all along; but the older one gets the less desirous one is of judging one's neighbour.
Each day that passed meant death to the malgamite workers. He could not delay. He dared not hurry. He wrote again to Percy Roden from London, amid the hurried preparations for the funeral, and begged him to sever his connection with Von Holzen. "You will not have time," he wrote, "to answer this before I leave for The Hague.
"I forgot. You never think. You can't. Oh no!" "It is so easy to misjudge people," pleaded Joan, earnestly. "It is much easier to see right through them, straight off, in the twinkling of a bedpost," asserted Marguerite. "You will see, Herr von Holzen is wrong and Tony is right. And Tony will smash him up. You will see.
Percy Roden had not returned to the Villa des Dunes at the usual hour because he had other work to do. Von Holzen and he were now standing in one of the little huts in silence.
"Hear, but be faithful to your interest still. Secure your heart, then fool with whom you will." Mrs. Vansittart walked to the gate of the malgamite works, thinking that Von Holzen was following her on the noiseless sand. At the gate, which the porter threw open on seeing her approach, she turned and found that she was alone. Von Holzen was walking quietly back towards the factory.
Wade, who was never hurried and never late, paused at the open window to light his cigar before following Marguerite. "Ah," he said placidly, "then fortune must have favored you, or something has happened to Von Holzen."
And Cornish, casually looking in at the little office of the Malgamite Charity, where a German clerk recommended by Herr von Holzen kept the books of the scheme, found his table littered with telegrams. Tony Cornish had a reputation for being clever. He was, as a matter of fact, intelligent.
Quite suddenly his breath caught. There were long pauses during which he seemed to cease to breathe. Then at length followed a pause which merged itself gently into eternity. Von Holzen waited a few minutes, and then bent over the bed and softly unclasped the dead man's hand, taking from it the crumpled notes.
He has been attempting for some time to get the men to refuse to work, and these same men have written to ask him to meet them at the works at ten o'clock, when Roden is at Utrecht, and Von Holzen is out. There is no question of reaching the works at all. They are going to lie in ambush in a hollow of the Dunes, and knock him on the head about half a mile from here north-east."
Cornish watched him, and, before he had gone twenty yards, Roden stopped. "Cornish!" he shouted. "Yes." And they walked towards each other. "I did not know that Von Holzen was there. You will believe that?" "Yes; I will believe that," answered Cornish. And they parted a second time. Cornish walked slowly back to the hotel.
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